Lyrics

It’s All The Same (Music by H. Gregg, D. Wylie, J. Cooper, lyrics by D. Wylie)
The Good Lord gave me all my joy and my suffering
You cannot extract one from one
I praised His grace with my voice and my fingers
And then I died when I was done
And now you want to pay respects
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
No equivocation or blame
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
You can’t help yourself to the parts you like
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
And throw the rest of me away
You take a look at my sweet, sweet face
You see the patch upon my eye
You hear the stories ‘bout my junkie ways
And you say “Wasted talent, wasted life”
But if you want to pay respects
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
No equivocation or blame
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
You can’t help yourself to the parts you like
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
And throw the rest of me away
So if you want to pay respects
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
No equivocation or blame
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
You can’t help yourself to the parts you like
(It’s all the same, it’s all the same)
And throw the rest of me away